Wednesday, February 9, 2011
This place has a very different vibe than all that came before it. It's newly renovated, we have no housemates, and everything is clean and *gasp* functional. I know. It actually has felt a bit awkward for a couple of DIYers, itching for any excuse to break out the drill gun. More than once in the past fews weeks I've asked myself, "will this place ever feel like our own?".
Well, nothing makes a newly renovated apartment feel homier than a new worm bin. I've grown so used to composting that I feel out of sorts when I don't have the means. Having to throw food waste in our makeshift trash can felt so wasteful, and not just wasteful--smelly. So it was with sheer glee that we welcomed the delivery of red wrigglers that came in the mail today, and we spent the evening fixing them a new home of their own.
But you know what they say: if at first you don't succeed...
Our little friends will live in a simple home of storage tubs, tucked out of sight in a cabinet right next to the sink, under the dish rack. This placement is dark and consistently warm, and easily accessible for plate scraping and the like. It feels good to add a new living system to the house. Real good. Feels like home.